How to Get Youthful or Just Impatient Adventurers through Art Museums without Tripping Alarms The first few days of any trip to Italy might be just fine for a visitor, what with the jetlag and the joy of being in…
Could You Get Any Closer than the Scalinata di Spagna? With less than 24 hours to spend in Rome, the Brawny Sherpa and I would need to be strategic in selecting a hotel so that we could see those last…
On a quick trip to the District of Columbia with the Brawny Sherpa and the most senior of our youthful adventurers, we opt for dinner at the Russia House both for its convenience — located in close proximity to the Washington…
A Quick Stay in the East 20s at Fifth Avenue, Manhattan The problem with living near New York City is the same as the problem with living in New York City: One tends to limit oneself to a particular neighborhood,…
Eating Sustainably in New York City Informed that we had reservations at Candle 79 on the Upper East Side in Manhattan, the Brawny Sherpa, a very committed carnivore, could be heard muttering, “Here we go; it’s going to be $200…
Enamored with the French Revolution on my visit to Paris, I pay scant attention to Napoleon during my time there. Stopping by at Les Invalides, I focus more on a car show on its grounds than to the tomb of…
The Bashful Adventurer needs a hotel to stay in near Madison Square Garden. Will Homewood Suites satisfy her and her family?
Eating near Madison Square Garden All of the youthful adventurers are joining the Brawny Sherpa and me for a quick bite in Midtown Manhattan before some of them head to a concert at Madison Square Garden. With a sometime vegan,…
Given all of the positive publicity Jean-Georges Vongerichten’s Inn at Pound Ridge has received, there’s probably little to no way the place could ever live up to its larger-than-life expectations. For those who remember the tiredness of earlier iterations of…
Lately, I feel like I need a course in restaurant marketing just to help me understand what I order when I order it. My 92-year-old grandmother always chuckles when I mention eating polenta at a restaurant; it’s what she called…